We have issues with smells. Like us. I think we're a stinky family. Put us in a hot and humid climate and the problem is drastically exacerbated. I was washing my face the other day and accidentally grabbed Ryan's towel when I went to dry it and immediately went aawwwww, armpit. I stuck my face directly in a whiff of leftover armpit. I can't blame him. If I was running around all day in a long sleeved shirt and a long sleeved white coat in downtown Miami, having to run between hospital buildings, I'd stink too. And, in fact, I do, and that's only sitting in my air-conditioned house in shorts and a t-shirt. In fact, I often laugh that when I comment on how tan people are here, they say it's because they live in Miami. I believe I have, in fact, gotten even pastier since I've lived here. It's still in the 90s. I don't ever go outside during daytime hours. I really should. Heaven knows brown fat is always better than white fat.
Anyhow, back to stink. Ryan's complained about the numerous stinky patients he encounters here too. And then there's also something about homeless breath that he says could darn near kill you. I'm sure tons of people in Miami stink. But then you add the fact that our house constantly reeks of poopy diapers and sour milk, and we just don't stand a chance. I just don't know what to do. I attempt air fresheners, but then it just smells like poopy gardenia. How to get the stink out? How do I not raise stinky boys?